Conner doesn't know what a 'kriff' is, but he knows a shitty day when he hears one going down.

The lock on the door behind Hera clicks and the door inches open until Conner can poke his head open. He's dark-haired, blue-eyed, handsome in a very blue collar way ... and he doesn't look the least bit surprised to see an alien across the hall. His too-blue eyes dart down to the jumble of cans and protein bars scattered across the ground, and he takes a step forward to help before he catches himself and, y'know, decides to ask.

"Need a hand?" He offers a small, friendly smile.